My almost nine year old grand nephew called me the other day to ask for help on his “egg” project.

Ok. What’s your idea? (I’ve learned to go with his ideas but I was a slow learner. “How about a Dinosaur made of autumn leaves?” I asked him several years back. “Ah, no, Pappy, we’re not doing that.)

“I want a bunch of eggs with horrified faces to be sitting in a movie theatre and watching an egg get boiled.”

No cute little Easter chickies for this boy. But, still. This is a genius idea, don’t you think?

We boiled a dozen eggs. I found plastic eggs with facial expressions for 2 bucks at the grocery store. Voila! This is the movie screen that sits in front of an egg container with each seat filled with a plastic or real egg hard boiled eggs painted to look terrified.

His mother named it, “The Eggorcist”.

The kid slays me. Wouldn’t have thought of this in a million years and yet have laughed for three straight days just thinking about it.

He brings it in on Thursday. Fingers crossed the eggs don’t smell by then.